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1895 



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DEDICATED TO G. W. 



ON THE WICOMICO. 



^ENEATH a sky bright strewn with stars, 
The narrow deep Wicomico, 

In silent battle vainly wars 

The moon-led tide's resistless flow. 

Along its winding length the hush 

Of evening, while its soul explores 

The shadowed gloom of every bush 

And ruined wharf along its shores. 

Down from the town above is borne. 

With murmuring ripples at it floats, 

The stream's sleep silent bosom torn 

With silver shivering wake, — a boat. 

It passes slowly on, is lost 

To the last strain of thwarted sight. 
The sound of laughter faintly tossed. 

Across uncertain stretch of night. 

A schooner on the ebbing tide, 

A vagrant breath persuading on. 

With reaches short the stream astride 

Drops down ; and then it too is gone. 

The e3^es of heaven twinkling gaze, 
Upon the river, lone once more. 

On lapping water 'long the quays. 

Deserted bank and dreaming shore. 

Then one by one the stars go out ; 

Dim gray of morning heralds dawn ; 
The Eastward glow completes the rout 

Of darkness ; and the night is gone. 



ON THE SHORE. 

^HE roll of ocean breaking on the beach, 

Beyond the steep sharp slant of distant sail 

The blue of sea and Heaven's middle reach, 

Their far off meeting dim as haze, and pale. 

Neptune at rest ; his pronged trident still ; 

His chariot horses safely stabled, sleep; 

Benignant Boreas with steady will 

Wafts on the wanderer across the deep. 

The fisher draws his net with goodly catch. 

And homeward bound his staunch old smack he lays; 

The bather leaves his breaker wrestling match, 

The dulling West warns swift departing day. 

Then twilight, heeding Eros' sure decree. 
Draws down the darkness over land and sea. 



THE POCONOS. 

r\N the heights of Pocono, 

Clad in oak and fragrant pine, 
Loit'ring touches sun's red glow, 
In its lingering decline. 

Down within the gorges sheer, 

Mountain torrents fiercely brawl, 

Where the rock walls domineer 
Depths of dimness mystical. 

Climbing ridges terrace steep, 

Upward toward the hanging spurs, 

Where the vaunting pine winds sweep. 
Red shale ledges, clinging firs. 

Like the billows of a sea, 

Storm urged to tumultuous rage. 
Hills roll back in anarchy. 

Wild upheaval's heritage. 

Ramparted against the sky, 

Blue Ridge line horizon bounds, 

Whose grim, lordly bulwark high, 
Pocono so nobly crowns. 

From the summit's altitude, 

Distance bows to sight's command ^ 

Over all the solitude. 

Of a rugged fashioned land. 



A PRAYER. 

(~\Ji Thou Incarnate God, who from Thy throne above, 
Dost look upon the world , with Thy far-reaching 

love; 
Grant unto us Thy blessing, help us to keep the road. 
On which we all must travel, to reach eternal good. 
We mortals are but weak, and often go astray, 
Reaching out Thy guiding hand, and show us the right 

way. 
We thank Thee for the blessings. Thou hast on us 

bestowed. 
Keep all beneath this humble roof, in safety, oh my God. 



"SWEETHEART, SWEETHEART." 

ttAyfY order is filled," she replied to my query. 

" I'm sorry I cannot give you a dance, 
"And I know that I shall get, ah, so weary, 

" If I could but escape by some happy chance. 

'Ah, yes ; there is the conservatory, 

" I'll sit out this waltz with you at least." 
And concealed behind some palms in their glorj^ 
We talked until the music had ceased. 

And then — well she sat out the next measure, 
The next and the next, refusing them all 

To the men that before she had promised the pleasure, 
Until it was over, that dearest old ball. 

She bade me good-night in the conservatory, 

'Twas for a short time we were only to part, 

And I know that even the palms in their glory 
Envied to me her "Sweetheart, Sweetheart." 



memories; 

TO A FADED VIOLET. 

XU'hat is hiddden in thy leaves, 

Tender thoughts, my fancy weaves, 
Might ithy faded lips but breathe, 

Sweet blue April darling. 
With thy faded lips to mine 
Gone the odour so divine. 
Dry mute lips that still inshrine 

Memories of my darling! 

Memories, memories of the past 
Ever dear unto the last, 
Memories of a love so vast 

Memories — Ah, my darling. 

lyove has wilted like thy leaves, 
'Tis he trusts while she deceives. 
Broken heart that ever grieves 
For its faithless darling. 

Yet, for love of her divine. 
Finding thee purpled as wine, 
I hold thy faded lips to mine 
Dead, blue April darling. 

Memories, memories of the past, 

Ever dear unto the last 

Sweet love memories unsurpassed 

Memories — Ah, my darling — 
Memories of a love that lasts, 

Memories — Ah, my darling. 

^Written to the air of Stult's "Fancies." 



TO A GLOVE. 

^HE old time-worn expression ' ' Tender memories of 
long ago," 
Flits across my wandering fancy, 'neath this 
glorious Summer moon ; 
And I wonder if it ever, — if it ever will be so, 

That thou, dear glove, wilt be a memory, — a 
memory all too soon . 

I found thee in the morning, the dance the night before 
Had tired her completel3% and I urged her leave 
at two ; 
'Twas there she must have dropped thee, all unheeded 
on the floor. 
Quite neglected and forgotten, as we bade a 
fond adieu. 

I found thee in the morning, and I keep thee with me 
still ; 
And ever, — aye, forever, I'll cherish thee most 
dear, 
For thou hast often pressed her hand, again perhaps 
yet will ; 
God grant to us its sharing, in a time that will 
be near. 



BROWN EYES. 

"Drown eyes are the sweetest of all 
In depths of affection and feeling, 

In tenderness, sympathy, all, 

Their adorable glances revealing. 

Brown eyes. To me speak not of blue, 
With cold calculation a-scheming, 

Which are neither tender nor true, 

Notwithstanding their counterfeit seeming. 

Brown eyes. To me speak not of black. 
So treacherous, dire, unforgiving 

In hated, commencement of wrack, 
Distrust of the living of living. 

Brown eyes, clearest mirrors of soul, 
Alone can entice sweet emotion. 

They are worthy, and merit the whole 
Of true love's eternal devotion. 



SALLIE. 

"[NJymph, sprightly, light as bird a-wing, 

Perpetual zephyr's swift embrace, 
Glad joyous waft, a heart to sing, 

Twdn beaming stars in laughing grace 
Care-free, sweet Mischief, fancy giv'n, 

Where as it will, and roams as she, 
A fickle gracious gift of heaven, 

A dear pervading tyranny. 



ABSENCE. 



TXThy art so slow, oh Father Time 
When she and I are parted ? 
With her my days are all sublime, 
While now I'm heavy hearted. 

So quicken then thy pace for me, 
Hast on as sprightly zephyr ; 

If thou need'st rest, permit I thee 
To lag when we're together. 



A REFUSAL. 



r^NLY a hesitation, 

Only a weary sigh, 
Only a slight evasion, 

Only a drooping eye. 
Only a fleeting frown, 

Only a proud head tossed, 
Only a study brown. 

Only a Strauss waltz lost. 



FISHING. 



■JV/TAIDEN fisher, you have set 

Attraction's woven beauty-net; 
In its meshes whom you wish 
Ever catching, you may fish. 

Fishing in some little cove 
Is not meet for you, oh no ; 
So away and be you free 
Havoc the expanse of sea. 



THE BELL. 



T^iNG, dong, — what is wrong 

With the bell ? 
Handle out, a foot about, 

What the— well, 
It's all right, wire not tight, 

Maid will come. 
Then rejoice, at a voice, 

She's at home. 



BECAUSE. 



tT LOVE you well, my sweetheart shy, 
Loyal my heart, and true." 

The maiden, blushing, answered, " I 
Can love no one but you." 

' ' Why do you love me, my adored, 
I want to know?" — a pause. 

And then she answered with a word, 
' ' I love you just — because." 



ONLY JOKING. 



A MAIDEN whispered once to me, 

While gazing in my eyes : 
" In you I've found affinity, 
I love, I realize." 

"Is't true?" I cried; "oh, joy divine, 
INIy fears are then assuaged. 

I'll tell mon mere that you are mine, 
And that we are engaged". 

Right merrily she laughed at me. 
And it was too provoking : 

" Conceited fellow, why can't you see 
That I was only joking ? ' ' 



THAT WHITE GOWN. 

ti^o-NiGHT may I show j'ou the glorious moon?" 

Said I to a maid while at dinner, 
And id'ly I toyed with my slim coffee spoon, 
As I waited reply from the winner. 

"Perhaps — but you see that in white I'm arrayed, 
That is, all but my soul — so don't wonder ; 

And the dust — well really, I'm very afraid, 
Oh, I don't want to walk over yonder." 

" 'T would be such a pleasure, — but then as you please, 
Though the summer-house walk is so charming ; 

You know it, the walkthrough the grove of oak trees, 
Is the prospect so very alarming ? ' ' 

"Well, — yes, for I'm really afraid for my gown, 

I'll go on some other occasion." 
And seeing flee over her face a wee frown, 

I left off my gentle persuasion. 

A half an hour later, as much time had passed, 

I saw her white gown disappearing, 
Down through the oak grove, ever so fast, 

With another — I'll tell you 'twas cheering. 

And then, — well, to you I'll confess that I moped, 

No more was I happy and merry. 
You'll S)mipathize with me, for ah, I had hoped, 

Am I sad yet? Don't ask me — ah, ver5^ 



HIS PROMISE. 

TTe said, if she gave him only one kiss, 
He would not request repetition. 

So the others he took from this pretty Miss, 
Were taken without her permission. 



THE SECRET. 

r^UESS ye, who read, the secret in these lines; 
Rest not until the myster>- concealed, 
Adroitly solved, stands all revealed 
Clear from the cypher where it now is sealed. 

Ecstatic in its motives and designs. 

Which spoken, sounds so sweetly on the ear. 
His happiness creating to possess. 
Imaginations greatest, not the peer, 
The gem so priceless and so ransomless, 

E'en that 'twere rapture only to be near. 



THE WEDDING. 

T ED deftly from another strain 

The Wedding March from Lohengrin 

Came soft and low; to wax, then wane, 
To fade but to begin again. 



A NARROW ESCAPE. 

A BUD she was when first I met her, 
I fell in love with her, I trow ; 

But I am glad I did not get her, 

For she is but a wall-flower now. 



A CHRISTiViAS GIFT. 

''npis said a simple Christmas gift, 

And one that comes straight from the heart 
Shows truer course of love's sweet drift, 
Than one in which love has less part. 

If this is so —I think it is — 

This limping little verse of mine 

Is valued more than gift of his 

To all appearance far more fine. 

A Merry Christmas, mother dear, 

My wish for thee; and I am sure, 

That it is echoed by all here. 

In hearts where, sweet, you rest secure. 



COLLEGE HALL AT MID-NIGHT. 

[After Aldrich,] 

TTuSHED are the class-rooms, hushed the hum of 

voices ; 
Gone is the multitude of busy students — 
Pennsylvanians, erudite, athletic. 
Full course and specials. Not a single foot-fall 
Sounds in the long stretches of the hallways. 
Philo and Zelo, both long since deserted, 
Echo no longer ambitious oratory; 
Drenched with moonlight lies the silent campus. 

Skyward the clock-tower, a silhouette fantastic ; 
Earthward black shadows flung from jutting stone- 
work. 
At intervals the soughing of the night breeze 
Through the many high strung wires. 
This and the distant rumble of the railway 
Skirting the lazy waters of the Schujdkill, 
Scarce disturbs the all impressive stillness. 
Deeper each moment seems to grow the silence, 
Denser the vivid yellow bath of moonlight. 
Hark ! On the tower, above the Hall of Eearning, 
Startling the sparrows with its sudden clangour. 
The bell peals forth the hour. 'Tis mid-night. 



A SONG OF PENNSYLVANIA. 

T SING to men both tried and true, 

Proud each to be Penn's son ; 
I sing to the wearers of red and blue, 

And the game that they have won. 
I sing to Osgood, Brooke and Knipe, 

To Thornton, Mackey, Vail, 
And the rest of them who almost took, 

A victory from Yale. 

I sing my praise of the grand old game, 

Of the progress Penn has made ; 
I sing to her renowned name 

And her glorj^ ne'er to fade ; 
I sing to the college which perseveres 

And the grit she does display, 
So rise up, boys, and give three cheers 

For Penn-syl-va-ni-a. 



SONNET ON EXAMINATIONS. 

/^H Finals, wh}' art thou so very grue ? 

A cold and most unpleasant chill does come 
To me with these examinations due, 
Perhaps, when over I shall hie me home. 
Those frequent letters ; ' ' Son art thou prepared 
To take the highest honours of thy class ?" 
Ah, knows he not how very badh^ scared — 
Uncertain even whether I do pass. 
And when before crowned wisdom I appear, 
My erudition now to put to test. 
To joy and gladness turns mj' earh^ fear, 
I find I've really passed the very best. 

Then joy which all unhoped success is giving, 
Makes life for me again well worth the living. 



THE SONG OF THE FRESHMAN. 

Olim and dainty as a fairy, 

With your skin so snowy white, 
Sweet intoxicating very, 

Like the breezes of the night ; 
At my early hour of rising 

My fond thoughts are with you yet, 
My alluring, my enticing. 

My bewitching — cigarette. 



THE SONG OF THE SOPHOMORE. 






(^HEEK3 as rich and brown as autumn, 

Curves that I can ne'er forget, 
So exquisite have I thought them ; 

Soul of fire, too, my brunette ; 
Disposition all caressing 

Fragrant breath and lips so ripe, 
I am happy in possessing 

My old briarwood, bull-dog pipe. 



THE COLLEGE BRED GIRL 

A COLLEGE bred girl, 
In society's whirl, 
Is quite out of place, you'll agree. 
For so erudite 
Is she, that on sight, 
The men all away from her flee. 

But Mary, the charmer. 
Lets nothing alarm her. 

But ' ' gang her awn gait " so to speak. 
For she is so pretty, 
So winsome and witty, 

The men her bright company seek. 

They soon get to know her. 
Can't do enough for her ; 

They find that they know something yet 
For much to their gladness. 
She could without sadness. 

Her deep college learning forget. 



H'RAY! H'RAY 



'npHE College man does never seem^ 
Weary of enthusing, 
Over his college football team, 
Winning games or losing. 
Don't say? 
Aye, yes and sounding to the sky 
Shouts he loud his college cry, 
H'ray! H'ray! 



"MIDNIGHT CLUB" DRINKING SONG. 



OOME drink lads 
To our fads ; 

Hail the Midnight Club. 
We have health, 
We have wealth, 

Where then is the rub. 
Profs, are bores 
Freshmen sores, 

College is a grind. 
But we think 
If we drink, 

Joy in beer we'll find. 

Cock-tails, fizzes, flips. 
Extra Dry, 
Or Ruinart, 

Out with jokes and quips, 
Laughter now 
Finds a mart. 

Drink then lads, ha, ha, 
Spirits gay 
Let's maintain. 

Light of Africa 
Glasses fill 
Once again. 

♦Written to the air of Hoist's "Happy Birds." 



Ah, — the desire to loaf life through, 
Now absent is from hearts so few, 
We will enjoy our liberty 
And spend our gold eternally ; 
Ah, — the desire to loaf life through. 
Now absent is from hearts so few, 
Drinking forever. 
Sighing, ah, never, 
Ever be happy and gay. 



A FRATERNITY MEDLEY. 

"P\ELTA Kappa Epsilon, 

Beta Sigma Omicron, 
Delta Gamma, Sigma Chi, 
Kappa Alpha, Zeta Psi, 
Sigma Phi, Gamma Phi Beta, 
Delta Psi, Phi Delta Theta, 
Sigma Nu, Psi Upsilon, 
Sigma Alpha Epsilon, 
Chi Psi, Alpha Delta Phi, 
Chi Phi, Beta Theta Pi, 
Delta Phi, Phi Gamma Delta, 
Alpha Phi, Tau Delta Delta, 
Phi Kappa Psi, Phi Kappa Sigma, 
Phi Alpha Chi, Pi Kappa Alpha, 
Kappa Sigma, Phi Theta Psi, 
Delta Upsilon, Pi Beta Phi. 



IMPOSSIBLE. 

u Ohall I brain him?" cried the hazer ; 

And the victim's courage fled. 
" You can't, it is a Freshmen, 

Just hit it on the head." 



ENCORE. 



TDOB was heartily encored, 

As a Freshman, so I hear, 

For the Faculty asked him 

To repeat for them — the year. 



A NIGHTMARE. 

OpHE class-banquet, a huge success 

Adjourned in fulsome happiness 
Then straight to Morpheus I steered 
To dream a dream most weirdly weird. 

I sat at the table with the rest 

And ate of everything the best, 

Nor wondered at the strange array 

Of dishes that were there displayed. 

First Horse Tail Soup, my lips did greet, 

Be not surprised, 'twas wonderous sweet; 

Puree of Cat Gut, Creme de Cow, 

(I wish I had those dishes now) 

Cross Eyed Bullheads then for fish, 

More highly flavored none could wish, 

And should the Hump Back Suckers fail, 

One could be served with Bow Legged Whale. 

Next followed that which took the prize. 

Crow stuffed with Sawdust, and Horseflies, 

Chicken, the vintage of '29, 

Yes, both of these were very fine ; 

Then Soft Corn Fritters, Ivy Balls, 

Bread on Butter, entrees all. 

Chippies a la Chestnut Street 

Dressed with Daring de Concrete ; 

Vegetables, Parboiled Beans, 

Sweet Peas, Dead Beats, and other greens. 



Potato Bugs in countless numbers, 
Pickles, Quarantine Cucumbers. 
Then for Dessert came Printers Pi, 
Cheese and a bottle of good strong Lye, 
Humbug Pudding trimmed with posies 
Jelly — ot Glycerine and Roses, 
Chestnut Burrs, Sour Grapes, Bell Peels, 
Bird's Nests, Paving Blocks and Eels, 
Soothing Syrup, you know whose. 
Genuine (not sham) pains for booze. 

I felt then of my buzzing head 
And wished sincerely I was dead 
Until a mist my sight invaded, 
And swift away the table faded. 



A NONSENSE VERSE. 

TTand in hand they crawled along, 

The Rhododendron Walk. 
They heard the bull toad's summer song, 

And the big trout's muffled squawk. 

The moon, it rose, like a silver cheese, 

The black stars grew still blacker. 

The rocks were swayed by a midnight breeze, 
While a bat cried: " Want a cracker?" 

" Wilt thou be mine, my love?" said he 

In a voice-like flabby bleat 
"Oh, don't ask me just now," she said: 

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